The black smoke saturated the entire room and made the atmosphere even dreary. Mr. C, who was supposed to be standing beside the bed, took several steps back until he reached a corner of the room. Even for an AI like him, this smoke was still corrosive. A thin film that was similar to a plastic sheet covered the butler as he waited to let the smoke disappear.
"Should I have killed that guide?" The master's deep voice came from behind the smoke and it reverberated inside the dark room.
Through the butler's eyes, he could clearly see the master. He was still sitting on the bed but some parts of his skin were dyed black and the glint on his eyes became a deeper red. His mouth was curved into a frown.
"It was the right decision to let the man live, master. You've decided to keep a low profile so if you killed that man, the first person they will put the blame on will be you." The butler answered because he was still capable of talking.